A stifled shriek echoed in the stillness of the caverns . Anhara, a local shop owner in the small town of Mertis, stared in shock at her doorway. There was a man there, equipped with the highest quality armor, magic and weaponry that Avernum could offer, however, they were not of high quality condition. His Mithral Chain Mail, the most valuable hunk of wearable metal in all of Avernum, was barely existent. It was melted through in many places by various spells, traps, and acids. His Blessed Helm was falling off, it had been cracked in half, then glued together using fungus. His Gauntlets of Might were now no more than a few strips of leather
"Cheers, love. To this, my last stand."
"To us," she said, a tear rolling down her cheek. They clinked glasses and drank. She tried her hardest to look happy; she always did. She knew how much it bothered him for her to be upset, and he had enough to be bothered with already. She stifled her sniffs, blinked away her tears, and forced her smile, her sweet, loving smile that her love had fallen for; and the same that she had been forcing for years. Still, her heart held hope. Their earlier conversation drifted through her mind on the slow, winding stream of the wine.
"This is the end, my love," he had said, his eyes shining with confidence
"Cheers, love. To this, my last stand."
"To us," she said, a tear rolling down her cheek. They clinked glasses and drank. She tried her hardest to look happy; she always did. She knew how much it bothered him for her to be upset, and he had enough to be bothered with already. She stifled her sniffs, blinked away her tears, and forced her smile, her sweet, loving smile that her love had fallen for; and the same that she had been forcing for years. Still, her heart held hope. Their earlier conversation drifted through her mind on the slow, winding stream of the wine.
"This is the end, my love," he had said, his eyes shining with confidence
Favourite genre of music: Any other than Rap/Pop Favourite style of art: Most Operating System: *grumble* MP3 player of choice: Zen Wallpaper of choice: Varies Favourite cartoon character: Qix Personal Quote: There is always hope.
I figure it'll be another year till I get my 1000, so until then, the person who gets the 666 kiriban will receive a short story on the subject of their choice. Good Luck.